W-What…? What is this feeling…? Have my days finally come to an end? Am I gone? No… I can feel my fingers…. W-Wait… I'm… Not dead? H-How…?

Slowly, the man cracked open his one good eye as the other was blocked by a patch. Though, what he got wasn't what he had expected. Over top of him was a man, blocking the sun from his eye. The shadowy figure was looking at him curiously, like he was something new. His hair fell with gravity, pulling it in front of his face, but not enough to block his vision. Water dripped down from his hair like he just came from the water. Carefully, this man placed what felt like wet fingers on the laying man's cheek, like he was looking at something he had never seen before. Touching something for the first time. Slowly, the man laying down opened his eye a bit more to see who this man was, but… even that slightest movement was seen. The man's eyes above him widen only to quickly pull away. Quickly, the man sat up only to see… nothing… No man, no person, no nobody. All around him was bright sand and a calm, blue ocean in front of him. The man blinked and looked around, hoping to find this man.

"Captain!" The man blinked and looked back out at sea to see a young boy with a bright smile and a waving hand. "You're alright!" He yelled. The man stood up slowly and stretched making sure everything was working properly as the boy rowed the boat onto the sand. The man walked over and climbed into the small boat, sitting down and relaxing as the boy rowed back out to sea. It was silent until the man spoke up.

"How did you find me, Alfred?"

"Well," The boy looked back up at the man. "You were just layin' there, so it was easy to spotcha'" He smiled.

"No. I mean, how did ya manage to find me? I could have been anywhere, even the bottom of the ocean…" The man explained as the thought of the man that was looking at him came back into his mind. It was weird… Did that man save him…?

"Oh! Well, after the storm settled down and we could see better we spotted this beach, so the crew told me to go see if anyone was here and if they had seen you. As I rowed closer I spotted you, Arthur!" The man sighed, but smiled lightly.

"You did a good job. If ya didn't come for me, I could have been stuck on this island for days, maybe even months." Alfred smiled and continued to row back to the ship, as it appeared almost out of nowhere. Why didn't Arthur see it before…?

The two here are ship mates together, more or less… The man is named Arthur, the Captain of the ship, while the boy's name was Alfred, a young crew member. Alfred was younger then most crew members, but it all had to do with his past and family. No, Alfred and Arthur we not family, but they were close. Arthur was, and still is, friends with his mother. That's where it all started.

Alfred was about 7 years of age when he first joined Arthur and his crew. Now, the boy was soon to turn 10. He wasn't as tall as Arthur, not just yet, but he stood up a half a foot above his waist. The young boy had golden, sandy blond hair that reached down to his ears, with a small cowlick that never stayed down, while his eyes were a bright sky blue. He wore a loose, white, short-sleeve top that layered over top of his loose light grey, almost tan, pair of shorts. His boots were small, reaching just a bit up his leg, and there a darker brown. He also had a small, loose, red cloth that he had tied roughly into a bow.

Arthur is about 23 years of age and stood at about 5' 8". His hair was a shaggy, messy blond that reached down just a bit past his ears. Currently, the man had on a wet, white, long-sleeved shirt that was half tucked in and half tucked out of his wet, dark blue pants, that were also tucked into his knee high, brown boots with golden lacing. He also wore a black eye patch around his left eye. All of his other clothing was left back on ship, as during storms he keeps them inside so if he was to be thrown overboard, like he was, they wouldn't be lost.

Alfred rowed the two of them back over to the ship. Arthur grabbed onto the rope, tied them to the boat, and grabbed the main rope to pull them up. Once Arthur managed to tie the boat steady, Alfred hopped right on out and ran off. Sighing, Arthur climbed out and looked around. His crew was doing any small repairs they needed, and could do. Satisfied, he called over one of his men.

"Yes, sir?" He asked.

"I want a check up on my girl. Tell me what needs to be fixed, and if we can fix them. I need to know if we need to stop for a repair once we come up on a port." Arthur explained. The crew member nodded and put up a salute.

"Aye, Aye, sir!" He nodded and ran off. With that, Arthur turned and walked into the Captain's cabin. And, to his liking, everything wasn't too messy from the storm.

He walked over to the back of the cabin and removed his boots and shirt. Twirling up the shirt, he twisted and tried to ring out as much water as he could. He removed his pants and did the same as his shirt. Placing them out to dry, he placed on a new shirt and pants that looked around the same. He slipped on a new pair of boots as well. Walking across the room and over to his stuff, he slipped on a red, long sleeve, long coat-like jacket. It was a bright red with black tips on the sleeves, black insides of the folded down neck and a black folded out main with golden lacing all over. He removed his eye-patch, keeping his eye shut, and shook out the water from his hair, as much as he could. After it felt dry enough, he grabbed the eye patch and slipped it back on. After, he placed a large, black pirate hat with a golden trim and white feathery-fluff on his head. Walking over to his weapons, he slipped on a loose belt that held onto his cutlas while he placed his small, handheld revolver in between his pants and a dark blue fabric that he wrapped around his waist.

Smiling as he had everything he needed, he walked back out to the deck and glanced around once more. Everyone was busy with something. Whether it be repairing the ship, drying out clothing or working on some kind of food for the crew. As he looked, he spotted the man he had talked to earlier. Seeing as how he looked to be finishing up, Arthur walked over. The man turned, facing Arthur, only to jump a bit.

"S-Sir!" Arthur smirked and crossed his arms.

"How is she looking?"

"Well… She can sail, but she's in rough condition. The waves damaged the sides greatly and the rain ruined a bit of the wood on deck. The sail has small holes here and there that might grow as we sail. I recommend we stop at the nearest port for repairs." Arthur looked around only to nod.

"Alright. We can't have her sinkin' on us, now can we?" The man shook his head.

"No, sir!" Arthur nodded.

"Good. Now, get back to work." The crew member nodded and ran off. Arthur looked out at sea, hoping to see some kind of major land. When he didn't see any sign of land, he sighed. They could just turn back around and see if there was a port they could dock at, but they would be losing time turning around. So, Arthur turned back around and headed back into his cabin. He walked over to a desk on which he had a map laid out, to find out where they were. The land Alfred had picked him off of had unique features so it was easy to spot. Thankfully, they weren't off course all that much. In fact, because of that storm, they would be arriving at an island midway of their main trip. Maybe the storm wasn't that bad after all…